Phil Wickham releases a powerful ‘Homesick for Heaven’ performance video, and it will leave you undone in all the best ways possible. I don’t know about you, but I’ve come to realize that no matter how hard we try, no matter how perfectly we plan or fiercely we pray, life has a way of falling short.
We raise our babies with love-soaked prayers and messy grace. We try to be present. We try to be strong. We pour everything into this life of ordinary miracles and unspoken heartache. But then the unexpected hits: grief, disappointment, confusion, loss.
And we feel it—that hollow space in our soul that nothing in this world can quite reach. But then I heard ‘Homesick for Heaven,’ and I had to sit down because it stitched every part of my heart together, and I couldn’t help but dance.
“My heart belongs to a country and a King / Of a land I've always known but I've never seen…”
That line wrecked me in the most beautiful way. Because haven’t we all felt it? That deep ache that stirs in the quiet moments—the ones between soccer practice and the late-night laundry loads? The ache that whispers there’s more than this…
I used to think I was just tired. Or overwhelmed. Or maybe not doing enough. But now I know better. That soft spot in my soul isn’t weariness—it’s homesickness. It’s a longing for what we were created for.
“There's an ache in my heart / I'm homesick for Heaven.”
There’s something about those words that reaches the soul of every mama who’s cried herself to sleep for her child whether they’re 13 or 30. Every person who’s lost someone too soon. Every heart that feels like it doesn’t quite belong here.
Because we don’t.
We were made for more. We were made for Home. And Phil’s lyrics remind us with such tenderness that our King—the One who wears our scars—is waiting. And we’ll get to run into His arms.
“I want to see my children run into Your arms / And worship the Savior who wears my scars.”
As a mom of three, that line just undid me. Because when I picture heaven, I don’t just imagine golden streets or angel choirs—I imagine my kids whole and unburdened. I imagine dancing with my daughter without her autism holding her back. I imagine no more therapy, no more doctor visits, no more fear.
Just Jesus. Just wholeness. Just… Home.
“In my Father's house there are many rooms / Enough for everyone, enough for you…”
And isn’t that the grace of it all? That it’s not just poetic—it’s promised. Jesus said it with His own words and Homesick for Heaven echoes that hope.
Phil reminds us we don’t need to fear the ache. We can let it point us toward the Promise. We can let it draw us into a deeper knowing that this life isn’t the end—it’s just the beginning.
So the next time you feel that cavern in your soul, that yearning for something more, don’t try to fill it with busy. Don’t numb it with noise.
Let it ache.
Let it remind you: this isn’t all there is.
You were made for a place your heart already knows.
You were made for a King who already calls you His.
“I'll run as fast as I can into Your arms / 'Cause I was created to be where You are…”
That’s the anthem I’ll be singing until I’m home. And I hope it’s the same for you!
“But our citizenship is in heaven. And we eagerly await a Savior from there, the Lord Jesus Christ.” Philippians 3:20